“The best part of The Notebook was when the two old people laid down together and died at the end. After watching this POS, that’s kind of what I felt like doing, too.” Nick Honeywell hates some movies most people love.
“Fledgling blue jay in hand, child on his arm, / the grandfather walks toward a hemlock.” A new poem by Aaron Crippen.
“I mean, who can tell after just one date, you know? But that’s okay, I guess; either way, you’d get to keep the puppy.” Tara Campbell tries an innovative dating gambit.
“At work, they asked us to please stop drinking. People had been pouring wine under their desks. I just don’t think alcohol is necessary, our vice president said, clearly not living in the same universe as the rest of us.” Michael Nagel reflects on life after the Boston Marathon bombing.
“It’s how a glacier must sound when it moves and scrapes the earth. It’s called ‘glacial abrasion’ and it’s going to be on the exam tomorrow. The professor said so.” New fiction by Rebecca Jones-Howe.
Mythic Indy is a planned anthology of invented myths about Indianapolis neighborhoods and landmarks–and we want your contribution. Submissions are now open.
“There are other adjustments I’d rather be making: / learning a new lover’s morning routine, taking in / a pair of pants after weight loss.” A new poem by Jennifer Jackson Berry.
“Indoor tanning, in my opinion, is the closest you can get to actually staring down the barrel of a gun as it presses a molten lead round through your cranium, but slowed down by about a million percent.” Sarah Murrell apparently used to like that.
“— Hello there you may remember me from that thing you liked on the box you watch sometimes” New fiction by Danny Croot.
“The client-agency relationship is just like any coupling: there are power plays and capitulations and reversals. If the relationship is going to survive, you need to figure out how to work together so that both sides get what they want.” Ken Honeywell recaps the latest episode of Mad Men.